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Language - tolmach, words - slaves, they boldly subordinated the heart.
The speech we gave gave birth to a heart in the depths.
The whole world and the visible around: the earth - the heavenly eye -
A small particle of what the heart contained in its essence.
You are the manifestation of being, your longing, your love,
What is written with a pen - worried, created the heart.
It is a sling arrow that the bow was launched,
The hand only helped us, but accurately the goal pierced the heart.
Knowing the wondrous wine that God forbids to drink,
It is edged by sages, the heart has invested in it.
Free from prohibitions, that liberated thought fruit
In his only garden, a heart was growing secretly from everyone.
Jami, you said the words. In them the manifestation of the deity,
A message of the spirit that for the time being concealed the heart.

There are, however, evil drunkards: these are people who are bad by nature. A bad person becomes disgusting from wine, while a good person becomes excellent.

To give the lord an excellent harvest, so that the wine will flow as soon as possible.

Music has always influenced him strongly. She, like a strong wine, heated his feelings, intoxicated his imagination and carried him to the sky-high heights. He seemed to grow wings. The unsightly reality ceased to exist, giving way to the beautiful and extraordinary.

Once young I drank whiskey often -
Scottish, Dutch, English.
Then for a while, in general, a short one,
Leaving the whiskey I switched to vodka.
Then I became interested in the drink of pan,
And often the soul was taken away by champagne...
Long ago youth playful,
It's been a long time since I switched to beer.

The paradox: things you can live without - books, art, cinema, wine, and so on - are necessary to survive.

Catholicism, as I found out, is a kind of Christianity for people who like gold leaf, Latin, and wine.

My diet has nothing to do with healthy lifestyle. As a person who grew up at Caucasian hospitable tables, where they eat shashlik with khachapuri, and children are allowed to taste grandfather's young wine, I am not adapted to a healthy lifestyle by nature.

I'm looking for a wise guy for madmen.

Glass by glass - not stick by stick!

We ourselves do not drink, we don’t take a drop in our mouth, we don’t see any sweetness in it. Yes, the day is painfully joyful!

Quiet Jews gather and say: so, guys, we have three days, we need to learn how to breathe under water.

I live like that and so on.
That my whole life is dry wine?
The stronger I am, the better the taste
I'm not afraid of anything anymore
I live like this, my sinful way
But time cannot be turned back.
While love is in my soul
I live better than anyone.

Out of love for good wine, you and Venti spin like squirrels in a wheel.